A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Bitch!"

"Ye Ting, your authority is quite high, but you should learn from Uncle Jia. Look how calm he is!"

Looking up, Bao Jinghan's deep black pupils flashed a secretive smile.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, with a slightly enchanting arc.

But the warning in that smile was too thick for people to ignore.

The pads of his fingers rubbed the intricate patterns on the brooch.

Before they could react to the two of them who set up a stage to sing red and white faces, Bao Jinghan's cold voice with a hint of a smirk broke the silence in the room again.

Very light, but unusually heavy——

"What you want to do, I won't do it for you. I won't leave you the shares and things. Ye Tengda... The negotiation broke down, what are you going to do, huh?"

Knowing their purpose, Bao Jinghan didn't plan to accompany them any longer.

Obviously, Bao Jinghan's words also stimulated Ye Tengda.

"What should I do? Hehe..."

Sen's cold and sinister laughter came from Ye Tengda's mouth.

With a grim face, he looked at Bao Jinghan with cold eyes, pretending that the domineering superior represented the majesty of authority, pointed at the man in black blocking the door, and gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice: "If you don't agree to my conditions, then you will not agree to my conditions today." Don't expect to walk out of this door. Bao Jinghan, your existence has always troubled me, and now is the time to eliminate your trouble—"

"How to eliminate it, draw a gun and kill me?"

Smile lightly, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Bao Jinghan took two steps forward, and stood in a place where there were no dead spots around, and it was completely a target for others.

But still staring at Ye Tengda with a smile, he casually threw the gemstone brooch in his hand to the silent Rong Jiahe.

The moment he caught it, Bao Jinghan raised his right hand, slightly bent his three fingers, and made a pistol pose with his thumb and index finger, pointing at Ye Tengda.

A charming smile hangs on her cool lips and imprints on her ruthless eyes.

Extra pure.

There is a hint of mischievousness.

"Ye Ting, do you want to compare with me, whose marksmanship is faster and more accurate?"

He has learned Bao Jinghan's marksmanship a long time ago, and it is terrifyingly accurate!

To be honest, if you really want to compare with her, he who has long been negligent in actual combat may not necessarily be her opponent.

But after thinking about it, Ye Tengda quickly realized - this girl is cheating!

He clearly set up an electronic monitoring device outside the private room. When Bao Jinghan entered the door, the device was turned on, but no guns, surveillance products, etc. were found.

Thinking of this, Ye Tengda quickly gained confidence again.

The look in Bao Jinghan's eyes became more and more flamboyant.

"My gun is only aimed at gangsters. A disobedient bastard is not worthy of my gun-"

"Hehe, Director Ye still knows that his gun should be pointed at the bad guys? Does that mean that one day you should raise the gun and point it at your own forehead!"

The broken hair on the forehead slipped down, casting a line of shadows.

Under the broken hair, there were incomprehensible emotions in those deep eyes.

Bao Jinghan moved his wrist, assumed the pistol pose again, raised it slowly, and aimed his fingertips at the small pottery stove with boiling water in front of Ye Tengda on the round table.

He tilted his head slightly to the right, squinted one eye, and made a gesture of preparing to shoot with the other eye, and said in a very calm tone: "After chatting with Director Ye for so long, Director Ye must be thirsty too." ? But the water hasn’t boiled yet, why don’t I add fire to you!”